Meludir slowly nodded, letting himself think more about his decision on telling Amarië while a single tear fell down her porcelain cheek. He knew it was right to tell her; a mother had to know what was wrong with her child, no matter the age. Meludir would have wished to know if it was his child. A mother.. he couldn’t imagine how much stress and terror Amarië would possess now that she heard this from Meludir’s lips.
He says he is keeping you from the pain of knowing. He didn’t wish for you to worry about him.. Elira knows; yes. He has only told Elira and I.. and healers. He has seen them and they have done the best they can but, Amarië, he still hurts.
And there went Amarië spilling out about how Adanedhel should head West and how even Meludir should leave as well. Though Mel.. he felt as if he could not. It was a..strange feeling. A sense of his duty and his journey had just started here on Arda. Perhaps there is sorrow here, but Adan’s mind has been made up. Clearly, he will not leave Elira alone. He won’t. Amarië, I believe they were truly meant for one another. One day she will end up being his wife. Well.., if he keeps silent and not say the wrong things.
As for me.. I feel I have much more to do before I leave for West. My duty to our King isn’t finished and if I have to, I will gladly be of service to his son should something happen to the king. And you’re right; perhaps I cannot save this place, but I can at least try to help change it for the better.